The Unknown

PHASE TWO - WELCOME TO THE UNKNOWN

ECHOES OF SCREAMS FILLED AROUND HER
She didn't know where she was. She couldn't see anything. This wasn't any darkness that she'd ever encountered before. It was coal black.
DARKNESS.
Her eyelids were sewn shut still, the warmth of the wound engulfing her upper face.
A crackling sound was distant, but began to get louder and louder. A manic insane voice boomed via speaker; it bellowed,

WELCOME TO THE UNKNOWN. WELCOME TO YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE.

Heavy footsteps walked her way. Insanity began to engulf her body, she knew what she was about to encounter was hell and torture. Abruptly, the itchy restraints that cut the blood flow to her hands loosened, as she could feel a presence hovering over her. Instantly, she felt the warm blood travel through her arms, it made her nauseous.
SCRAPE
The swift screeching of a knife cut the air, she flinched as she choked for air in fear. Shrill cries echoed in the mist of the room. Wetness dripped from above her, she jumped every time it touched her soft skin.
DRIP
This wetness wasn't pure, like water, it almost had a heavy feeling to it. The smell of foist and decay, it was heavy on her pure lungs, burning away at her nostrils.
Rapidly, the unknown footsteps sprinted away from her.
VANISHED.

Shaking in weakness, the innocent female knew she had to remove the infested string from her eyes, otherwise her vulnerability would stand. Bulging out of her sockets, her eyes began to gunge, as she pull the strings from her body.
AGHHHHHHHHHHH
Her torturous screams echoed, as she felt the string leave her, like pulling a tapeworm from the skin. Slowly, but surely her eyelids opened, more green gunge pouring from her eyes. Blinking was painful, but the room was blurry.

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Carefully, I scan the room, I see nothing but a shabby lightbulb giving off the littlest of light, almost as if I was in an episode of saw. Cringing in pain, I haul myself up and limp around, following a small light that's beaming from outside an open door. I exit the room.
DEATH IS AHEAD.
Where am I? All I know for now is I'm somewhere. My scrawny toes trunge along the floor that's covered in glass and building rubble. Ahead of me is a long hallway, merely lit. I can make out windows that continue all of the way down to another door. This one is red, but is painted with the dried blood of victims.
SLUDGE
My feet are engulfed by a sticky substance, it looks and smells like human bile. But I can't know that for sure. Limping, slowly I make my way towards the door when a black figure catches my eye. The whiteness of its eyes are staring right at me; head crooked to the side.
Is that even scientifically possible?
SUDDENLY I feel an urge to run, as this 'thing' starts to sprint towards me.
RUN RUN RUN RUN
COLLAPSE.
Excruciatingly, the freezing cold, solid ground smacks me in the face, a weight is on top of me. "HELP ME!!!" I bellow.
NOBODY IS COMING
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DARKNESS

I need to get out of this place.